It happens often. One of us will call out for the other to come and see. It could be a bird, deer, snake, what have you. Tonight, it was beautiful — yet a bit eerie, if I’m honest — orange clouds, like glowing pouches dangling from invisible strings attached to Heaven. Having never seen anything similar, we stood together on the deck, necks craned upward, and wondered. We lingered before looking out front and through the clearing, letting the mystery of it — the miracle of it — settle in. We later learned of the rarity of mammatus clouds and felt thankful we saw them and saw them together. What have yous always look better together.
Go out, go out I beg of you
And taste the beauty of the wild.
Behold the miracle of the earth
With all the wonder of a child.
- Edna Jaques, Canadian poet
